It's amazing how you can learn so much about someone in just a Lunch period.
Aaron, it turns out, is a pretty laid-back, carefree type of guy... For a nut case.
And he liked to talk.
That's not a bad thing. I mean, I love talking, too, it's just, for a guy who seems quiet...
All I can say is wow.
"I still think fire demons are harder to fight," he whispered, leaning over to me when we were in English.
"So? They're harder to fight, maybe, but easier to exterminate than ice demons," I hissed back.
"No, not really. You can just flare ice demons up. It's not that hard..."
"But you have to make sure nothing else burns with them, and if you stop the fire before they officially die, they can easily restore themselves and become fire demons."
"Good point. But fire demons shoot flames out at you. And everything in their path burns."
"But it's easy to kill them."
"..."
"Ha! I won!" I claimed, smiling.
"No, you just didn't give me a chance to reply. Fire demons can also kill you. Ice demons can't."
"But we're talking about which one is harder to kill; not which one is harder to fight."
"No were were talking about which one is harder to fight."
"No, we were talking about which one is harder to kill!"
"No."
"Yes!" I glared at him, and sat up straight.
"No!"
"Yes!"
The bell rang, and everyone stood up.
I grabbed my stuff, and left the room.
"Wait!" Aaron called, following me. "What's your number?"
I stopped, and turned around. "Oh, yeah."
I give him my number, and he gave me his. With that, we went our separate ways.
A few minutes later, I was outside, looking for Bret's car.
I found it, ran over to where it was, only to find....
Bret making-out with some girl just a few feet away.
Well, he got over the 'loves of his life' fast.
He opened his eyes for a second, and saw me.
"Excuse me, but who are you, invading our privacy, you freak?" The girl asked, holding onto Brets arms, which led down to his hands, which were holding a big hunk of ASS.
"Um..." Bret began, turning red. "An-"
"Do you know this freak?" The girl asked, scrunching up her nose.
"Of course not, baby," Bret concluded, quickly shoving his tongue back into her mouth once again.
Blinking heavily, I sighed and turning around. I'd just have to walk.
At least I was prepared for this, and remembered a few landmarks that Bret and I passed just seven hours ago.
The New Hampshire breeze still lingered in the air, starting to really piss me off. But the afternoon had something that this morning didn't have, making it all worse. The sun.
It shined brightly, not caring about killing off half the human population with it's Cancerous rays, not caring.... about anything.
I think it was mocking mankind.
I got to my new house a few minutes later. It wasn't that hard to miss, considering the three moving trucks, the door being wide open, and the screaming coming from the house.
"Richard, you dibsh-t! The couch is going over THERE!"
"Stop ordering me around, b-tch!"
Can't you tell my parents love each other? Really, they can't keep their hands off of-
"Pervert! Stop trying to feel my ass!"
"I wasn't! I was trying to reach for that wire, and your ass was in the way!"
I growled. Why the Hell do I have to live with a bunch of sex-crazed idiots?
I went in the house, bolted up the stares, and into my new room.
Packed and unpacked boxes were scattered about the whole room, some carelessly tossed to the side, others stacked neatly on top one another.
One thing that's been bugging the hell out of me, is in those books and movies, the main character moves, but only has, like, a box r two, and a couple of bags full of stuff.
Hello, it took three big ass trucks to move here for my own family. And there are two more coming today. Trucks I mean.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO FIT A ROOMS-WORTH OF STUFF AND CLOTHES INTO TWO FRICKEN BAGS.
Ahem.
I sat down on my bed, the only thing that seemed to be at least kind of clean in my room, and started my homework.
I stuck my head into my parents room cautiously. Very cautiously.
Operation: Hairbrush
No one was in there. My mom was downstairs making breakfast, and my dad was...
... In the shower. I think.
And Bret wasnt anywhere to be seen.
I could go in.
I sprinted into the room, and over to my moms bureau. Her hairbrush would be there.
But of course, it wasnt.
Damn!
It had to be here, somewhere....
Maybe it was in her suitcase?
I ran over to my parents bed, where her suitcase was, and opened it up.
And started digging through her stuff, trying to find a very important object that no one needed to know about. It was a secret.
Alas, it was at the bottom.
A purple hairbrish with black... pointy thingies.
Hey, I wouldnt know what theyre called.
Annie?
I yelped at the sound of a voice, dropping the brush as if it was on fire.
Turning around, I saw it was only Bret.
"What do you want?" I hissed.
Bret glared at me. "I'm getting money. I figured out where the nearest Starbucks is, here, an-"
"Oh for God's SAKE!" I yelled, grabbing the hair brush and stomping out of the room.
"Don't forget to put that back, when you're done!"
"I won't!"
I went into my room and slammed my door.
Brushing time.
I sat on my bed, and lightly pushed the brush through a lock of my hair.
See? That wasn't so ba-
I screamed and fell off my bed.
Clunk.
Apparently brushing a big knot hardly kind hurts.
This was going to take a while.
Just a few knots, an-
"Annie, c'mon! We gotta go to school!"
Opperation: Hairbrush
Status: Failed
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-Jenna
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